"IT'S LIKE THIS NOT LIKE THAT!"
*Slap*
Namjoon dropped to the floor and whimpered. He couldn't get 1 of the moves right and he felt guilty.
He felt bad that his choreographer had to deal with him.
"..Sorry.." He whispered and got back up to do it again.
He got it this time! Yay! But..he messed up another move.
Another slap. Then another.
A kick then a shove.
"Let me watch you 1 more time and if you fail ONE MORE TIME YOU'RE DONE! UNDERSTAND!?" The choreographer yelled at Namjoon.
Namjoon groaned as he got back up. His entire body was killing him.
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"Okay. LEAVE."
Namjoon grabbed his stuff and quickly left. He was drenched in sweat and bruises.
Once he got outside he sighed. He didn't want to take a taxi because he didn't want the taxi to smell him incase he smelled bad.
And he couldn't drive so he had to walk home. All by himself and at night.
"Oww.." he whined and looked down at his knees. There was big bruise from when he collapsed from being so tired, and he fell hard on his knees.
"..why did I do this anyway?.." Namjoon laughed.
But he soon started to cry. He kept laughing though. But soon it went quiet.
Namjoon looked at the moon that was already in the sky and he knew it was late.
He bet Jin was waiting for him and was going to be upset if he knew Namjoon had walked and his legs were covered in bruises.
"..whatever.."
Soon he got there and suprisingly everyone was asleep.
He limped to his room and passed out.
But little did he know someone was watching.
"Namjoon?"
